As the wind blows
Through the spirits
Of the dead
We feel the shivers
Upon our spines
As our souls intertwine
Like ivy through a loop fence
We know we are alive
But could soon be dead
As breathing
Is the only thing
That divides
The living and the dead
Dave Alan Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-living-and-the-dead-3/
